FOUR.

Embarrassment and desire twine through me as my gaze darts from his piercing green eyes to his hand. 

I’m lost for words, and I can’t believe I’ve just agreed to give him my purity, let alone warm his bed for the entire month I am promised to him—under contract.

But I guess my virginity is a small price to pay if he can help me escape my parents and uncle Flynn. 

Part of me feels like a sinner just thinking about Ace fucking me. 

The enemy of my father and a surge of arousal slams into me.

Ace wags his finger, “straddle my thigh. Right here.”

Gingerly placing one foot in front of the other, I approach him with my chest rising and falling with every shallow breath I take. 

“I’m going to stop you right there, Little Bird.” He growls with one corner of his mouth curling and instantly, I stop in my tracks with a frown on my face. “I know you are innocent. But I believe you aren’t completely sheltered to the point that you do not know that you need to remove your pants and underwear.”

Swallowing thickly, my cheeks flush, and I slowly begin to pull my jeans and underwear down my hips. Kicking them off to the side, I place my hand over my sex, shielding it from his prying eyes that have my nipples hardening beneath my t-shirt.

Pointing to the ground between his legs that are spread wide, “here. Now.” He demands in a raspy voice, and on autopilot, I do as I am told. “Remove your hand.”

I do as he says, closing my eyes as my pussy is levelled with his face, and I’m a little worried that he will smell my arousal.

Shame licks my feverish flesh.

My eyes snap open as a growl vibrates from the back of his throat. “Place your foot on my knee.”

Understanding dawns on me, bringing with it a current of need. I have to grip his shoulder as I obey, and I lift my leg, setting my bare foot on his knee. 

I sense him leaning forward as I tilt my head back, focusing on the light shade above me and, vividly, I hear him breathe me in.

“Can I taste you, Little Bird? I need you wet with desire before you take my finger.”

I release a shuddering breath as I nod my head.

“Words. I need to hear you say it.”

Dipping my head, I meet his green gaze, “ye-yes…”

The moment his wet tongue that feels like velvet touches my clit. I can’t help but whimper.

Warm. Wet. Soft and firm.

Everything I have read about in smut-filled novels.

My fingers caressing my needy clit never felt as good as Aces’ tongue. Not once did I roll my eyes in pleasure, as I am right now.

My fingers twitch to dive deep into the roots of his hair as I fuck his mouth, screaming his name like he wants me to. 

But I don’t. I have more self-control than that and instead, I curl my hand at my side, losing myself in the bliss.

A low ache surfaces in the pit of my stomach, “Oh… A…ace…” His name slips out of my mouth. “I’m going to… oh…”

Just as I’m about to tumble over the edge, he removes his tongue, lips and hot breath away from where I need them the most. 

I sigh with disappointment, almost wanting to cry out in frustration.

“Fuck my hand, Little Bird.” He grips my hip with his free hand, licking his lips as he guides me onto his finger.

I come down lightly and Ace pushes his finger inside me. This time, I don’t bother trying to conceal the whimper that departs my lips.

“Take what you need, Little Bird.” He coaxes, urging me to rock against his palm.

Continuing to hold on to his shoulder, I look him in the eyes, licking my lips that have suddenly gone all dry.

“Your hand isn’t what I want.”

“You are going to have to earn my cock.” He hisses as he smiles arrogantly. “I’m not a teenage boy who is desperate to fuck your pretty little cunt and chase my own pleasure. You will have my cock inside you when I am good and ready to give it to you. Not a moment sooner.” His voice is hard, with an underlay of determination to make me suffer.

“I was referring to your tongue,” I tell him with a slight shake of my head. 

His cock, I can wait for it. 

But his mouth?

That’s an entirely different situation.

He chuckles, raising his hand, wrapping his thick fingers around my throat. “Only good girls get to come on my face, Little Bird.” His voice is low and sinful. “Now show me how pretty you come.”

“Okay.” I breathe out.

His grip tightens around my throat, heightening my arousal. “Okay, who?”

“Sir.”

“Try again.” He growls, bouncing his leg up and down beneath me. The tip of his finger massages something deep within my core, and my fingers dig into his shoulder.

“Ace.”

His hand moves up to my jaw, and he forces my head to the side, running the flat surface of his tongue up my cheek. “Wrong again…”

“Daddy?” I whisper, feeling dirty as the word escapes my lips.

It feels wicked.

Taboo.

“Hmm, give Daddy your first orgasm.”

I begin to move, grinding against his palm, forcing his finger as deep as I can get it inside me. 

But it’s not enough to chase away the ache that is bubbling inside me. It feels so good and naughty at the same time.

Meeting Aces’ gaze. A look of hunger flashes in his eyes, and he leans forward, capturing my nipple through the fabric of my t-shirt. 

He sucks hard, making me cry out as he grazes his teeth along the sensitive bud that has a direct line to my clit.

“Take it off.”

I remove the t-shirt with no hesitation, removing the last barrier between us, and I toss it behind me. 

The way he watches me… Gods, I can barely catch my escaping breath.

My orgasm begins to surface, so I slow down, wanting to make this feeling last as long as I can. I want to remember this moment between us forever.

I lean back, placing my hands on his kneecaps, giving him a view of the fine line between the valley of my breasts as I fuck his hand. Losing the last shred of self-control as I desperately chase my orgasm.

Through my long lashes, I watch his jaw tighten. “So fucking beautiful. Gorgeous…”

“All for you, Daddy.” I moan.

He drags me closer, “come for Daddy, Little Bird.”

Parting my pussy with his fingers, he flicks my clit. My gaze moves around his office and I realise his door is still wide open. 

If someone were to walk past, there would be no doubt about what we were doing, no hiding how close I am about to come with his finger deep inside me.

A low growl fills the space between us, and he begins to pump his finger inside me, adding another one. I bite my lower lip, drawing blood, as I conceal a shuddering moan from departing my lips.

“You just clenched around me,” he growls in a ragged breath, swirling his fingers inside me, drawing out my orgasm. “You were looking at the door. Did it turn you on thinking that someone would catch us?”

Falling forward, I rest my head against his chest and sigh. “Yes, Daddy.”

I feel him remove his fingers from inside me, and I lift myself to help him. 

“Look at me,” he demands in a voice that makes me shudder with need.

Lifting my head, I meet his gaze and watch him slip the fingers he had inside me between his lips, sucking them dry.

“If getting you off with a sense of being caught turns you on, Little Bird… You and I are going to have so much fun together.” He smirks, leaning forward until his lips are grazing the hardshell of my ear. “I love making my girls come during social events, and we just happen to have one tomorrow night where your uncle Flynn will also be present.”